Have you ever watched a school fight video and thought, What if I were in one? Or maybe you've imagined having your friends or even famous people jump in to help you out? Well, now you can live out that wild scenario in this story! In this epic seri...
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The bass of the music vibrated through the walls of the dimly lit bar, the crowd pulsating like one living organism. Y/N was in her element, dancing with her best friend, Rhea Ripley, as if they owned the floor. The laughter they shared was infectious, and their chemistry was electric, drawing a few eyes their way—not that either of them cared.
At the bar, Roman Reigns leaned against the counter, nursing his drink and chatting with Finn Balor, Damian Priest, and Dominik Mysterio. His sharp eyes, however, continuously flicked back to Y/N, keeping her in his peripheral vision as she moved to the rhythm of the music. She looked stunning, her smile lighting up the room and her confidence captivating as always.
"You're distracted, big dog," Damian teased, smirking as he followed Roman's gaze to the dance floor.
Roman huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Just making sure everything's good," he said, though the way his jaw tightened gave him away. He wasn't the type to hover, but the way Y/N drew attention, he felt protective—always had, always would.
Finn grinned knowingly. "She's fine. Looks like she's having a blast with Rhea."
As the guys chuckled and carried on their conversation, Roman kept his position, silently watching. Y/N and Rhea moved like they owned the floor, their movements perfectly synced as they laughed and spun around each other. It was hypnotic.
Just then, someone passed through the crowd—a tall, blonde figure with an unmistakable cocky swagger. Logan Paul. Roman's brows furrowed as Logan made his way past the girls, his path deliberately too close. The moment Logan's hand made contact with Y/N's backside, Roman froze, the world around him narrowing to a pinpoint.
Y/N gasped, spinning around to glare at the culprit, her eyes blazing. "Excuse me?"
Logan smirked, unbothered. "Relax, sweetheart"
Before Y/N could respond, Roman was already moving. The calm, calculated demeanor he had just moments ago was replaced by a storm brewing in his eyes. Finn, Damian, and Dominik barely had time to react as Roman pushed past them, his size and presence cutting through the crowd like a hot knife through butter.
Y/N turned as Roman approached, his face a mask of pure rage. She quickly stepped in front of him, pressing her hands against his chest. "Roman, stop. It's fine," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins.
"It's not fine," Roman growled, his dark eyes fixed on Logan.
Logan, sensing the shift in energy, raised his hands in mock surrender. "Whoa, whoa. No need to get all worked up, big guy. It was just a tap."
Y/N glared at Logan over her shoulder. "It was disrespectful. Apologize."
"Apologize?" Logan scoffed, his smirk widening. "Come on, it's not that deep. You should be flattered."
